November 1, 2008
This is my photo and haiku.
Some years ago, I wrote a haibun "The Egg-Shaped Stone". This haiga appeared in it.
Here is the part of the haibun where the haiga appears.
We walk the streets of Lower Manhattan down to Chinatown. Suddenly,
we're in a whole new world. Let's have lunch here. Let's eat like the locals.
Our guide leads us through narrow sidestreets to a restaurant packed with
hungry Chinese. We try the guide's recommendation--steamed rice topped
with minced meat of beef and salted fish. The smell hits us hard. Shit-like
smell of the salted fish. Our high expectations quickly wane, and after a few
bites we give up.
a red creature waits
for its turn